Where did you get that ring

praise and competition had hardened into armor.

“Claire,” she said.

I waited.

She took off her sunglasses.

Her eyes were tired.

“I’m sorry.”

The words landed softly.

I did not move.

She swallowed.

“I’m sorry for what I said at the wedding. I’m sorry for telling you that you didn’t belong in the photos. I’m sorry I took your money and your help and still treated continue reading …